Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.